Chapter 1 A Subtle Exchange

A calm and simple exchange, yet it contained an extremely dense killing intent. Wei Yuan and Fuxi, or rather, those representing [Cause and Effect] and [Heavenly Secrets], the two most [mysterious and unpredictable] among the Ten Great Peaks and even all the cultivation methods, had achieved a rare and absolute consensus at this moment.

Fuxi could forego the fight, but revenge must be taken.

The nephew could be spared the beating, but the grudge must be repaid.

Similar thoughts flashed through their minds.

"It's best to shield my heavenly secrets for now."

The white-haired Daoist extended his hand.

Fuxi nodded slightly.

Wei Yuan originally thought that, given this fellow's personality, he would definitely choose to tease him, such as spending several hours preparing, only to tell him that it hadn't even started, an act that would make his blood pressure soar to the point of explosion.

In fact, shielding the heavenly secrets regarding his current state was quite complex.

The Ten Great Peaks, no matter how much they were considered mere stepping stones or doorkeepers, were still the Ten Great Peaks.

Moreover, it was selective shielding.

Concealing his main body's characteristics of being good at attacking and revealing that [Cause and Effect] and his Dao Body were not yet complete, making him a good opportunity to strike—Wei Yuan himself was completely unable to do this, and even Fuxi...

The green-robed Heavenly God looked calmly at his own situation and smiled self-deprecatingly. "Everything is entrusted to you."

He reached out and patted Wei Yuan's shoulder.

"Go."

The white-haired Daoist was slightly stunned, "Heavenly Secrets Shielded?"

The green-robed Heavenly God lazily raised his eyes and casually said, "Already completed."

Huh?!!!

Wei Yuan's expression froze, and his eyes widened.

Completed?

Just that pat on the shoulder had selectively shielded the heavenly secrets of someone like him, who was about to step into the Ten Great Peaks?

Fuxi, the First in Heavenly Secrets.

Wei Yuan truly understood the weight of these four words, and why Emperor Jun, who controlled the stars and constellations and suppressed fate, would claim that he was not good at heavenly secrets. Perhaps in front of Fuxi, even Emperor Jun, who represented the fate of the stars, could only be 'not good at it.'

The Daoist used his own power of cause and effect to examine himself several times.

Fuxi said, "It's already completed, no need to worry."

Wei Yuan shook his head and said, "No, I'm just checking other things."

The white-haired Daoist said with a straight face, "Seeing if you've taken the opportunity to steal my wealth again."

The seriousness of his expression was perfectly balanced, making it difficult to tell whether he was telling the truth, being serious, or deliberately playing dumb, causing Fuxi's heart to clench. He silently chanted, 'Human race, human race, and still a Tu Shan, barely considered his own, his own.'

Calm down, calm down.

After a long time, he exhaled and said, "What are your plans after this?"

Wei Yuan said, "To defeat the Turbid Qi manifestations that will appear during the lecture at Buzhou Mountain."

"And then start gathering and converging my own Primordial Dao Body. This current state can't really be called good." He clenched his fist, always feeling that this mysterious and all-encompassing state made him feel somewhat unstable and uneasy, and then said:

"After that, I'll probably take a trip to the Southern Sea area."

"To see Zhurong, and then..."

Fuxi raised an eyebrow and said, "And then go open the seal of the Central Sea to save Houtu?"

Wei Yuan remained noncommittal.

Fuxi thought for a while and still reminded him, "If you go to the Southern Sea, be careful of Zhurong."

Wei Yuan thought of how Huntian had secretly reminded him before in the origin of the Great Dao that he had seen Zhurong many times in that area that only the Ten Great Peaks could reach, and that Zhurong's previous state was one of [sealing injuries], with his strength only retained at the level of the bottom of the first tier below the Ten Great Peaks.

He would even be flustered by the rampaging corpse of Xing Tian.

This was obviously problematic.

Wei Yuan nodded.

Fuxi slowly said, "As for the Central Sea, it's not simple there. It's a fusion of Clear Qi and Turbid Qi, similar to the part in the middle of the Taiji diagram that differentiates yin and yang. It's the most special, and it was sealed by Huntian in the end to maintain the stability of the world."

"In fact, that Chaos Sea had been opened before. I don't know why. Perhaps it was the Turbid Qi side trying to break through the power left by Huntian, and they briefly had some success. As for the consequences of that opening..."

Fuxi rubbed his forehead and said:

"The Turbid Qi overflowed and flowed out. Emperor Yan's youngest daughter, Jingwei, was playing by the sea." "She died from the invasion of the Turbid Qi Sea."

"Her true spirit was annihilated, turning into a bird, carving jade stones to suppress Turbid Qi and constantly throwing them into the Turbid Qi Sea. And later, when the cracks in the Chaos Sea were restored, Jingwei abandoned her parents and sister and flew into that sea regardless."

Wei Yuan was silent, thinking of that Uncle Jiang. "Uncle Jiang, Shennong, he..."

Fuxi's expression was calm: "Both daughters died tragically." "The eldest daughter is fine, at least she has a good fate."

"The youngest daughter no longer exists in this world."

"He disappeared after he was old, but with the Shennong Whip in hand, ordinary gods may not be able to defeat him. Even if his divine soul is shattered, the Shennong Whip can temporarily maintain his vitality."

"His departure was because he was unwilling to consume the power and origin of the Shennong Whip because of himself, unwilling to let this divine weapon collapse because of it. After seeing Xuanyuan ascend to the top and the Battle of Zhuolu subside, he took the initiative to separate from the Shennong Whip."

"Then he walked towards the Turbid Qi Sea step by step, searching for his daughter."

"Having fulfilled the duties of the human race, fulfilled the duties of the human king, and even brought the duties of a warrior and his own life to an end, he put down his weapons and could finally do what a father should do."

Wei Yuan was silent. His purpose here had already been completely fulfilled. Staying any longer would only lead to silence. He shook his head and was about to leave when Fuxi raised his eyes and said:

"However, you haven't answered my question yet."

The white-haired Daoist paused.

Fuxi looked at him and said, "I'm asking you, what are your plans '[after]'?"

He said, "The Ten Great Peaks must choose an area of Turbid Qi to guard, but you insist on lecturing at Buzhou Mountain. If you're not planning to directly occupy Old Buzhou's place, then you probably have other plans. Let me guess, after you perfect your cultivation and make up for your foundation, you probably want to use the Jade Void Palace to suppress the Chaos Sea and replace Huntian's responsibility, right?"

The white-haired Daoist's green robe fluttered slightly. He picked up the teacup and said, "So what if I do?"

He put down the teacup, flicked his sleeves, and the green sleeves swept through the air like clouds. His tone was calm and gentle: "When we discussed the Dao at that time, I said that among the four great things in the domain, there are Heaven, Earth, and Man, which can reach the realm of the Great Dao."

"Now that Huntian has passed away and Houtu is scattered, we should use humans to support the sky and the earth and stabilize Clear and Turbid."

"That's all." The Daoist's voice was calm.

Fuxi stroked his chin and said, "Tsk tsk, that's all? You really dare to talk big. Is this beautiful sentence your true thought? Or is it a false thought?"

The white-haired Daoist tilted his head, his white hair slightly raised at his temples. He pursed his lips and said, "It's false."

"Then what's the truth?"

"I just don't want Huntian's perseverance to be wasted and be laughed at by those over there."

"And I can't leave Xi's corpse alone over there."

The last sentence was spoken softly. When Fuxi looked up, he could no longer see the Daoist over there, only the clouds dissipating. Fuxi was silent for a long time, then chuckled, rubbed his forehead, and mocked himself, "Tsk, really young and vigorous, young and vigorous."

"When Huntian was mentioned, this kid managed to stir up a bit of my melancholy, but it's still okay, the old ginger is still spicier."

"Mentioning the Central Sea and Zhurong's affairs took away all of this kid's attention."

"He doesn't have the mind to care about my consumption over here."

"Pu hahaha, kid, let you learn a lesson. It's not that being one of the Ten Great Peaks means you're invincible. There's more to this world than just fighting. Even if you're as cunning as a ghost, you'll still drink my foot-washing water. No, I don't have feet."

The green-robed Heavenly God laughed heartily and triumphantly, then turned around. His smile suddenly stopped, and the expression on his face froze, seeing that the manga, new speakers, and various equipment he had bought had all disappeared, turning into a blank space.

It was to the extent that even a thief would shed a tear.

Fuxi's eyes widened, and after a long time, he suddenly recalled the scene of the Daoist getting up and the wide sleeves sweeping past like flowing clouds, calm, unhurried, and as if it were the most natural thing in the world. The corners of Fuxi's mouth twitched—

"Sleeves... Sleeves of the Universe?!"

"You bastard!!!" "You schemed against me!!!"

"Hello, I need to return an item."

"Yes, no reason for seven hours. Yes, thank you."

"Hello, I have a batch of manga books to put on the second-hand market. Are you interested?" "Yes, it's the batch you like."

"Yes, I don't want them anymore, selling them as a package, cheap price."

At the Zhenyao Museum, the Primordial Heavenly Lord returned all these items expressionlessly.

As the Dao of Cause and Effect, he could see at a glance where they could be sold.

He stroked his chin with his right hand and suddenly thought of an operation—he was inexplicably destined to be without money, so he would drop money, then let Fuxi pick it up, and then he would go up and rob it from Fuxi... Cough, is to ask for it back from Fuxi.

Wouldn't that perfectly circumvent his own poverty?

This was simply genius!

It was a perpetual motion machine for picking up money! Fuxi, so useful!

Wei Yuan handled the mundane matters at hand, watched the sky outside gradually darken, and his expression was peaceful, and his mood also calmed down. He thought about it and first went out to buy groceries. He stretched lazily and did not use any supernatural powers, but rode a shared bicycle to buy groceries like an ordinary person without cultivation.

Because of the cause of all fruits, the cause and effect between returning the goods and refunding the money was instantly completed.

A sum of money appeared in Wei Yuan's account.

Fuxi's money, spent with peace of mind—strictly speaking, this was my money.

Wei Yuan complained in his heart, bought some beef, potatoes, and onions, planning to return and stew beef brisket. He also bought some vegetables and seasonal fruits, rode his bicycle, and felt the surprised gazes of the residents of the old street. The Primordial Heavenly Lord, who didn't have to eat soft rice today, held his head high.

Then, when he got off the bike, his feet moved slightly, and he was stunned. This was...

A gem?

Wei Yuan bent down and picked up an irregularly broken but extremely high-quality sapphire.

Who dropped this?

Could it be that while I was out buying groceries, the museum welcomed a valuable guest?

Damn it, no one comes when I'm here, but as soon as I leave, guests come! Am I really that unlucky with wealth?

Wei Yuan complained in his heart while walking inside with his things, casually looking around to see who had lost it, and then return it to the owner. But after calculating, he found that there were no heavenly secrets or cause and effect on it, which made Wei Yuan frown. The second divination was a little more serious, and he saw a trace. The white-haired Daoist raised his head along the faint cause and effect and saw the girl in the kitchen.

Jue.

The white-haired Daoist was stunned, seeing the girl walking lightly, wearing simple and plain home clothes with an apron, the cuffs rolled up, revealing her white wrists, tying her high ponytail with a red hair tie, gently shaking her feet in slippers while cutting vegetables, the ponytail swaying.

Was she looking forward to something?

The Daoist pondered, looked at the gem, looked at the girl's back, who wanted to turn around and talk but had to hold back her calm appearance, and a helpless smile appeared on his face. Then, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he shouted loudly: "Jue, I'm back!"

"And also, and also, let me tell you, I picked up a gem, I don't know who dropped it, even heavenly secrets can't find the owner!"

"Hmph, it seems that heaven is giving me wealth, I'm so lucky!" The white-haired Daoist smiled brightly.

The girl in front of him turned around, shook her ponytail, and said with a smile:

"After all, I said it, I will bless you."

"Look, it's the blessing of the Queen Mother of the West, is it useful?"

The Daoist deliberately spread his hands and said with an exaggerated smile: "As expected of the Queen Mother of the West, amazing!"

Looking at the slight smugness beneath the girl's cold eyebrows, the Daoist's expression was gentle.

"Well... as expected, pretending to be happy about finding money."

"That way Jue will be happy."

The girl hummed a cheerful tune while cutting vegetables, shaking her ponytail in the kitchen in her slippers. She glanced at the Daoist playing with the gem, and the corners of her mouth slightly curved up.

"Well... as expected, as long as I quietly let Yuan pick up the gem, Yuan will be very happy."

Jue seemed to be in a good mood. Jue was still cooking today, but the girl didn't seem to like washing dishes very much, so this was the work of the Wei curator. He didn't use any supernatural powers, but lived like a mortal, and then returned to his quiet room.

It was already midnight.

The white-haired Daoist pondered for a long time. He planned to make an attempt, and he couldn't let Fuxi know. So he deliberately set aside some time.

Rather than saying he couldn't let him know, it was better to say he wouldn't tell him for the time being. After all, he didn't know if he could do it.

Wei Yuan thought of Fuxi calmly saying the situation of the Nuwa Emperor, was silent for a long time, rubbed his forehead, and recalled the previous situation.

Clearly, the Nuwa Emperor was fine when he left Buzhou Mountain.

When Zhu Jiuyin opened up the Nine Netherworlds, it was impossible not to care if something happened to the Nuwa Emperor.

In other words, the incident happened in the final stage of Nuwa's mending the sky, and during the time when Zhu Jiuyin had already gone to the southeast to create the Nine Netherworlds. He stretched out his hand and replayed his brief contact with the Nuwa Emperor when the sky collapsed that year, and five-colored streamers appeared between his fingers.

Anyone who had a causal connection with him.

Even if the cause and effect had been broken, as long as his cause and effect still existed.

He could follow the cause and effect to peek into the past.

This was something even Fuxi could not do!

Only he could accomplish it under the whole sky!

The white-haired Daoist slowly grasped that wisp of five-colored cause and effect, turned his wrist, and narrowed his eyes slightly. Authority: Cause and Effect Tracing—

[The Reason for the Fall of the Nuwa Emperor]

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